The Buses Bus travel in Liverpool is always an adventure. Always seem to be on board at the moment when a couple start to have an arguement, some drunk is chatting up a pensioner or there is a breakdown. Frankly I'd be happier on a journey like the one
Kirsty Ross of took in Bolivia: "The cacophony of snorts emanating from the crate of ill-mannered piglets seated just off the aisle failed to wake the baby that was sleeping contentedly on my feet. A limegreen parrot with a roving eye and colourful diction completed the menagerie aboard the bus to Rurrenabaque. To add to my discomfort, the windows had been thoughtfully glued shut, much to the disgust of the ravenously thirsty dog in the front row."
[from journey further]
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